Disclaimer: All characters © j.k. Rowling. Some extracts are also copyright to her, I just used them as they are part of the flash backs which you'll understand when you read this chapter.

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Harry felt like he was being sucked through a tunnel backwards. Was this supposed to happen? He didn't think it was. The book hadn't said anything about splitting pain through the head. His first thought had been his scar was hurting, but after seeing that Draco appeared to be going through the same thing he'd scrapped that idea.

As if a camera was taking pictures all these images began to flash through his head, each one causing Harry's body to spasm. Even though they were flashing by so fast Harry witnessed every one, but was shocked to see that they weren't his memories. What had happened to their potion? They were only supposed to feel each other's current emotions.

(Flash)

"I've told you once boy, Malfoys don't cry. Now take the beating you deserve like a man."

Harry watched as Lucius Malfoy raised his belt above the whimpering blonde boy before him and brought it down hard on his back, again and again. The belt made red welts in his son's pale skin, which began to bleed. With his job done Lucius Malfoy turned and left the room. The young boy pulled his t-shirt down over his back snivelling and dragged himself over into the corner where he sat, tears trickling slowly down his face.

I hate him, I hate him

Draco's thoughts echoed in Harry's head as he began to feel Draco's emotions. He could feel the young boy's pain and sadness and the loneliness that haunted him deep within.

(Flash)

"Now when you go to Hogwarts, you make me proud. You will beat Harry Potter. You're a pure blood boy, so you should be able to beat that half breed." Lucius told his son before sending him up the station. Draco's face showed no emotion as he made his way onto the train and entered a cabin of his own. Fixing a smirk on his face as he met up with Crabbe and Goyle, they made their way up to the cabin Harry Potter had been rumoured to be in. Harry felt Draco's anger as he seen Ron Weasley talking to Harry.

What does Weasley have that I don't? Don't I deserve to be friends with Potter more then Weasley? We'll soon show Potter who's the best.

However, Harry knew that Draco's idea of showing him who was best at this time hadn't worked out and had back fired making Harry begin to hate him, which he now witnessed again. He felt Draco's hurt and embarrassment surge through him as he watched himself reject Draco's hand of friendship.

Why did he reject me? All I wanted was to be friends with someone. Nobody says no to a Malfoy. I'll make him regret his decision. Just because he has a perfect life and he's famous doesn't mean he can treat people like this, least of all me.

(Flash)

"How could you let a mud-blood get higher marks than you in all your exams? Doesn't being a pure blood with a proud name mean anything to you? And seen as I bought you on to the Quidditch team you could at least win a game and catch the snitch before Potter!" Lucius Malfoy screamed at his son.

"It's not my fault all the teachers favour Granger, and Potter gets everything easy!" Draco retorted.

"Don't you answer me back boy." Lucius Malfoy sneered pulling out his wand. "Crucio"

Draco buckled on to the floor screaming and curling up into a ball, until the pain stopped. Harry felt the pain, anger and hate flow through himself.

Why do you do this to me father? I try and be my best for you, but it never works, it's never enough. I hate you. I hate Granger and Weasley but most of all I loathe you Potter. I hate you for rejecting me, for having friends and people who love you, for being great at Quidditch and I hate you for hating me. I envy what you have; you're everything I'm not. I'm the dark you're the light. I have nothing, nobody loves me I have no friends I have nothing…nothing…I wanted to be friends with you, but now it's too late. All I get from you is the hate I deserve.

(Flash)

"You will be coming with the Master and me tomorrow Draco. It is time you were taught what it is you will become. I know you will enjoy it." Lucius Malfoy said a smirk on his face closing the door as he left. Draco who was sitting on his bed stared after him his face a picture of disgust.

I'll never be like you father. Why can't you see that? I should have realised you were sick and twisted years ago before I began to be who you wanted. It was bad enough me seeing that thing you call master tonight sitting by the fireplace. Harry's own thoughts interrupted at this point. He remembered the dream he'd had over the summer about Voldemort beckoning someone by the fireplace. He wondered it that boy had been Draco. Seeing the look of admiration as you gazed at him made me feel like being sick. I'm no son of yours. We may share the same name and blood, but I'll be damned if I became as twisted as you. Potter has my admiration for having to stand up to Voldemort all these times. As much as I hate to admit it, I'd sooner join him than you. Maybe now it's too late though, I'm going to have to witness what you do when you disappear. I don't want to see it. I'm ashamed to be associated with you and Voldemort's followers, but I will never be like you if it's the last vow I make to myself. I will right my wrongs.

(Flash)

"I want you to cast the Cruciatus and Imperius curse's on these muggles." Voldemort said to Draco who stood beside him, his face expressionless. Draco nodded mutely but made no move.

"Well what are you waiting for boy?" His father said impatiently to him, as Voldemort laughed.

Stepping forward Draco withdrew his wand from his robes and pointed it at the man before him. Harry watched as the deatheater's and Voldemort crowded around behind Draco to witness what was about to happen. Draco felt his eyes being drawn to the man's and seen the pain and sadness that he himself was feeling reflected in the eyes of the man before him. The depth of emotion Harry felt at this point shocked him, Draco had always appeared nothing more than a cold, heartless boy who had enjoyed inflicting pain on him. However, he cold now see what Draco had to put up with and how his way of venting emotions was probably by making Harry's life hell because of his envy and jealousy.

I can't do it. I can't. I have to get away. I can't face this. I won't kill this man he doesn't deserve it. Someone please help me. Where can I go? There's nowhere for me to run. I need to escape… I have to get away.

Harry watched as Draco turned and fled, and seen the shocked faces of the deatheater's and the anger that crossed his father's face. Voldemort, however, began to cackle as they began to chase after the boy.

The fear began to heighten in Draco as he ran. He knew they were after him, there was no way he was going to be able to escape them.

Father is never going to let me get away with this; at least I know I've done the right thing.

(Flash)

The belt was brought down once.

"I can't believe you humiliated me like that."

Then it was brought down upon skin a second time.

"What's wrong with you, boy? Have you no shame?"

Then again, welting the pale skin of the boy's back. Draco's face remained impassive as the belt was slapped across his back hard continuously. He'd learnt not to cry since his father had first started beating him. Learnt to withstand the pain, as it was nothing compared to the emotional pain he felt inside him, the eternal emptiness. Harry could feel Draco's emotions flowing through his veins as if they were his own and he felt sorry for him. He couldn't believe this was the same boy who's been his enemy for four years. He'd always thought Draco had a good family relationship. It seemed they both had images of the other one, which wasn't true.

"You're a failure, Draco. A failure that needs to be punished."

Lucius Malfoy said his face contorted like a twisted mask as he raised his wand above his head.

You can torture me all you like father, but I'm glad about what I did, no matter what pain you inflict on me. I've finally done something to make myself proud to be who I am. I've made a choice of my own and I know it was the right one.

"Crucio!"

Draco's body twisted in all manner of positions as the knives stabbed him all over his body. When the pain faded, Draco looked up at his father cold hatred burning in his ice coloured eyes.

"I hate you, father." Draco said with venom.

Lucius' face took on a look of pure rage and he brought his foot back and struck his son in the head. Draco lost consciousness with the force of the blown and lay on the floor, broken.  Harry watched as Lucius picked up his son and carried him to his room where he threw him on his bed then left slamming the door behind him. Staring at Draco then, Harry realised that no matter how much he hated the Dursley's at least they had never raised a finger to him. He watched as Draco's eyes flickered open and silent tears began to pour down his face as he curled up in a ball, clutching his pillow tightly to himself, trying to find comfort.

No one cares about me or what happens to me. Maybe it would be better if my father just killed me one day. Nobody at Hogwarts would miss me. Potter and his gang would probably throw a party, not that I'd blame them. The other Slytherins probably wouldn't miss me either, except for Crabbe and Goyle who wouldn't have a brain between them without me. If I make it back this year though I'm not going to cause others pain just because I need to be strong because of my own jealousy and pain. I've made the right choice now and realised what I've done and I'm going to try and right all my wrongs. I'll never be like my father… never, but how am I going to remain strong on my own? I don't want all those Slytherins around me the ones who support Voldemort. I hate him and I hate them. All because I was trying to please father I've lost all my own happiness. I don't get pleasure from teasing people it's just a way for me to satisfy my own insecurity, because I'm below all of them. I have nothing, but I'm going to have my pride and I'm going to make myself proud this year. It's time I did what I want and righted my wrongs.

This was Draco's last thought as Harry watched him fall asleep, exhausted and in pain. Then Harry found himself in the tunnel again being sucked back into blackness, where he stayed, losing all sense of thought as he entered unconsciousness.

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Draco was having a similar experience the same time as Harry. His own body began to jerk as images flashed through his mind. I guess it worked. I think I've managed to change it anyway. Draco began to wonder when images began to flash through his mind again. What have I done, he thought. These weren't his memories, what in Merlin's name was happening?

(Flash)

Draco watched as a familiar boy with black hair lay sleeping in a tiny spaced room, which to Draco looked like a cupboard. Someone began to bang on the door making dust from the ceiling drop down.

"Get up! Come on, I need you to help make breakfast." A woman's voice shrieked.

Groaning the young Harry Potter woke up and put his glasses on. Opening the door he shuffled out into the hallway and down into the kitchen, where a large man and his rather big son were sitting waiting at the table. Taking hold on the saucepan Harry watched the bacon frying, feeling alone in the room. Draco could feel the loneliness being given off by Harry like perfume off his mother.

Why can't I just stay in my dream world where bikes fly? I'd rather be anywhere but here with these people who are meant to be my family. They treat me like I have disease. I don't understand why they lock me in that cupboard. I know strange things have happened when I'm around but it's not my fault. I wish Dudley and his friends would leave me alone, I can't even have peace in school with them tormenting me. I haven't got any friends because of them either because everyone's scared of Dudley's gang.

Harry sighed and began to serve the breakfast. Draco couldn't believe the scene before him. Harry Potter never knew he was a wizard? He was living like a muggle, or in this case worse than a muggle. It was a shock for Draco he'd thought Harry had always known and had grown up being treated more or less like royalty. Bullied and living as a servant for his own family was too much for Draco to grasp.

(Flash)

"Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh, my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting… So where shall I put you?"

Draco watched Harry with the sorting hat on his head and listened to the hat talking to him.

Please not Slytherin, Not Slytherin

"Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that – no? Well if you're sure – better be GRYFFINDOR!"

Well who would have though that Harry Potter could have been in Slytherin, Draco though to himself amused. He would never have thought it himself. To him Potter didn't suit Slytherin at all; he was too nice a person whereas Slytherin were one of the most hated houses, which wouldn't suit Harry. He could feel the relief flood through Harry that he was in the same house as Ron and the Weasley's.

I'm glad I wasn't put in Slytherin; I wouldn't want to be one of the future dark wizards. Why was I nearly placed in there? At least I'm with Ron and the others now. It doesn't matter.

(Flash)

"You can speak parseltongue, Harry because Lord Voldemort – who is the last remaining ancestor of Salzar Slytherin – can speak parseltongue. Unless I'm very much mistaken, he transferred some of his own powers to you the night he gave you that scar. Not something he intended to do I'm sure…"

Dumbledore's words echoed in Harry's thoughts as he lay in his bed that night. He had been more or less convinced that he should be in Gryffindor but there was still doubt nagging in the back of his mind. Draco stared at the troubled Harry Potter who kept tossing and turning in his bed.

I'm not like him, but some of his power is in me. So I am like him really, I can speak parseltongue like he can and I have all the qualities he prized in his followers…maybe I should have been in Slytherin. No wonder everyone suspected me when everyone was getting petrified, I was the most obvious after I spoke to that snake. How was I supposed to know? Even though I've been in the wizarding world for two years I still don't know everything. I was only trying to save Justin. Oh well it's over now…I guess everything will be all right. I even look like Voldemort did when he was younger…maybe I am like him.

Draco could feel Harry's pain at this news and how it had deeply upset him. Who would want to be compared to Voldemort and know that some of his powers were in you and that you looked like him? Well at least Harry looked like him before he transformed, now the sight of Voldemort was enough to make anyone run a mile. He was even more fearsome now that he was back to full power, which both him and Harry knew from experience.

(Flash)

Harry was sitting in a car staring out of the window looking sorry for himself, his head resting against the glass as he stared out. Mixed emotions ran through Draco, as Harry's thoughts were spoke in his own mind.

I could be with my godfather Sirius now, if everything had gone right. For once I would have had family, someone who loved me. If it wasn't for Pettigrew I'd even have family. How could he turn my parents over? Just to save his own skin. Sirius suffered years in Azkaban because of him and not only that now I have a bond with him because I saved his life, he's indebt to me. Dumbledore says it comes in handy, but I don't want any connection with that piece of filth. He killed my family for god's sake! I should have let Sirius and Lupin kill him, but I couldn't let them become murderers even though they felt so strongly about it. At least Sirius is safe now, and after dropping that he was an escaped murderer to Uncle Vernon I doubt I'll have any problems from them this summer at least. Maybe it'll even get Dudley off my back, I'd rather the sight of Malfoy than Dudley. At least Malfoy doesn't resort to physical violence even though some of his comments are bad enough. Oh well…

Harry sighed out loud and leant back against the seat closing his eyes as they neared Privet Drive.

Draco was once again shocked by what he now knew. Sirius Black was Harry Potter's godfather. My god. He didn't blame Harry for not wanting a connection with that Pettigrew person, he was sure he'd heard his name being mentioned in his house by his father something about him being a spy. They all deserved to go to Azkaban as far as Draco was concerned; they were all sick and twisted. He was shocked to learn that Harry would rather the sight of him then Dudley, he knew that he of course was better looking than Dudley but he made most of Harry's time at Hogwarts hell, but there again this Dudley made Harry's summer hell. Draco thought he might like to meet this Dudley fellow, he was sure he could make him feel bad enough so he'd leave Harry alone. Harry was right when he said Draco had never resorted to physical violence though, Draco wouldn't unless provoked due to his own experiences with his father. He didn't want others to suffer like he had.

(Flash)

Everything was very dark, then before him he watched as Cedric and Harry appeared holding the cup from the competition at the end of fourth year. He watched as they both used their wands as lights then a cruel voice broke through the night.

"Kill the spare."

Draco saw Cedric fall to the ground as green light struck him and he dropped. He could feel Harry's fear as he was dragged over to a gravestone, and was ashamed to see his father among the deatheater's present. He watched and witnessed as all manner of events unfolded and Harry's fear increased. When Pettigrew drew the knife blade across Harry's arm Draco started on in shock as he collected Harry's blood.

He's taking my blood. What is he doing? I should have let them kill him before. What happened to Cedric? It's all my fault. Voldemort isn't going to rest till I'm dead and it looks like this time maybe he will win.

Pettigrew prepared the potion and placed his master in it and Draco watched as Lord Voldemort fully reformed grew out of the cauldron. His cruel red eyes fixing on Harry, who stared back despite the fear flowing through him. Draco continued to watch unable to believe what had happened that night, but he realised this memory was a lot longer then the other's. He continued to watch and listen as Voldemort told the story to his deatheaters and then raised his wand and cast the Cruciatus curse on Harry. He felt the pain flowing through Harry's body. Draco knew this pain well; it was nothing knew to him.

I'm going to die just like my parents did, but I'm not going to go down without a fight.

Harry was right when he thought that, because Draco watched as Harry was untied and forced to duel with Voldemort. He admired Potter's bravery because he knew if he'd been in Potter's position he would have stood there and died pitifully, but Harry tried his best and kept going. He stood up to Voldemort even when the odds weren't in his favour. Voldemort even had to force him to bow. It was at this point that Harry earned Draco's full respect.

I must live. I have to tell Dumbledore.

It was when the wands joined together that captured Draco's amazement. Harry and the Dark Lord were raised above the deatheaters as coloured cords from both wands strapped together tying them together. Sprits emerged from Voldemort's wand, Draco recognised them as victims of Voldemort and he watched as they all encouraged Harry and he felt Harry's sadness and pain as his own parents emerged.

I have to hold on as long as I can. I have to.

Harry's father told Harry to run then to get out of there as fast as he can. So Harry broke the tie between them and ran, and taking Cedric with him grabbed the portkey, which returned them to the Hogwarts grounds where he was surrounded by Dumbledore and other Hogwarts teachers.

I got out… Cedric's dead. It's all my fault. It's all my fault, if only I hadn't told him to grab the cup with me

Draco watched as a disorientated Harry slumped still clutching onto Cedric, began to cry silently, tears rolling down his face.

The vision ended and Draco found himself being pulled away from the scene. Everything he had just witnessed had shocked him, but seeing this had made him respect Potter but filled him with deep regret of causing him so much problems when he obviously had enough to worry about, but this year he knew he'd for once done the right thing and with that, just like Harry, he too slipped into the world of unconsciousness where he was troubled by no more thoughts or feelings.

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A/N – I managed to write this whole chapter in one day, because I really enjoyed writing it. So looks like you didn't have to wait till after work experience. I know it's long but couldn't help it got carried away. I hope you all enjoy it. I'll try and get the next one up when I can.

Note to all who read: this is NOT slash. People always ask this question and it's not slash.

Thanks once again to all who have reviewed!

 I did have a beta reader but I don't know what happened to him as he never returned my story. I hope for his sake that he never stole it, because that is copyright theft. So if there are mistakes please tell me I'll try and sort them out. I would ask someone else to do it for me, but I'm not sure if I'm going to have one.

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